- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm an afternoon and 1am poster lmao
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- - Horror
- Paranormal
- Supernatural
- Biblical
- Sci Fi
- World War I II
- Roman / Greek
- 80s / 90s
- Romance
- Occult
D R. H A R T
His son hadn't left the house for long, but Dr. Hart was quickly checking his phone. He was desperate for some extra cash and was expecting his seller to come around the hospital in the evening to get him the drugs he needed. The profitable Doctor couldn't afford to let anybody find out about his shady business, that would get him into prison for the rest of his life. He sat in his seat, reading the newspaper as his phone buzzed.
"Outta town but got client - deliver then urself? Sry."
Shit. The man read the text message and puffed out a large breath, ignoring his wife's questioning. "I've gotta get to work, I'll be back soon." He told her as he stood up, quickly going to find a jacket. Hopefully this wouldn't be too risky, Marcus just needed the money. Bad.
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The doctor had collected the pills and stuffed them in his jacket, hoping nobody would question him. He made it out of the hospital and walked, no need to risk having his fancy cars number plate recognized. Once he had made it down the alleys, making sure nobody saw as he turned the corner, the tall man strided up to a small looking girl. Was she who he was looking for?
As soon as he saw her face, Dr. Hart took a step back. He recognized her.
"Jen?"